In the strongest state of mind,
human frailty can still tease the blind,
the man beginning to unmask,
realizes in quiet storm the task
ahead far greater than a simple analogy,
much to be gained inside this secret malady.
I was forsaken in my trials to come to grips,
with this life I’ve chosen through personal trips
down memory lane
across the street to a world testing a sane
man in the mix of a crowded parlor,
All the attendees looking sure the farther,
than where I could
I felt I never would.
Oh to know the mix of a high and low,
stem the tide, know how to ride the flow,
of this again my humanity,
testing always sweet insanity.
That sort of departure becomes a surprise
without ever allowing a man to be wise.
Though he might choose otherwise.
having sheltered emotion without the ties.
© Scott F Savage